Soleil

The wind and rain hit us violently as the two goddess' stood on either sides of enemy lines. Selene, the goddess of the moon was radiating with power, her eyes glowing with anger and protection. She isn't happy, that the goddess of sorcery and magic has invaded her home and hurt her children. "How dare you, murder my children!" Selene spits, her silky white gown not even drenched from the rain.

Hecate rolls her eyes, huffing. "Your children? These pups that you've magically made all because you can't love?" Hecate strolls forward, stamping on Homers bloody corpse. I flinch as his body makes a squishy noise, bones snapping easily.

"Yes Hecate! Children! A family! Something that you've never considered!" Okay, so this is looking like a family feud right now. I clear my throat, feeling awkward as we watch the two goddess' fight. Hecate laughs, low and mocking.

"Yet, you were cut off from everyone after falling in love with a human," she pauses to drag a manicured finger down a rogues muzzle. "These little wolves your only escape to love. How tragic really."

I roll my eyes. We are great, thank you very much. I kind of like being a werewolf. I can feel the strong bond Damira and I have, feel the pack bond. I have a new friend I can confine in. And most of all, I can feel confident. I'm not the same person as I use to be, back in Maine. I care deeply for these wolves and I will not let some witch goddess ruin my happiness. 

Selene, feeling my emotions rattled, turns to give me a small but grateful smile. I return it back, giving Damira's hand a squeeze. Selene steps forward, her hand glowing brightly. Before our eyes, in her hand a silver staff, the half moon sitting atop its mantle stood straight and true, right at Hecate. 

However, the goddess didn't flinch, her features unwavering. "Really? You haven't played fire for a long time, Selene. Your probably rusty." Really? Was that suppose to be an insult? I scoff, leaning into my mates arms, watching the scene unfold. 

"I haven't played fire, Hecate yes. But I have practiced the spells of stars," Damira stills next to me, eyes widened. I frown, caressing her arm. 

"You okay?" I whisper, watching her features pale. Damira mutters, never taking her gaze off the Moon Goddess.  

"The spell of stars... I had thought that was a myth," she turns to me, worried. "In ancient times, the Gods created a spell to kill another magical soul. If that spell hits right in the center of someone's heart, right where the soul exists, you will never be able to try life again. You'll be stuck in limbo, never moving and never leaving. Frozen." She pauses, biting her lip. "However, to use the spell, you need the Blade of Stars and Dreams." 

"That's right," Hecate coos, her hand cradling her pocket. "While whispering the spell, you plunge the Blade of Stars and Dreams right into the heart," she demonstrates where to stab the knife, over the heart. Her wide grin sickening. "And the damage is done. But you can't do it right without killing the heart first with the blade." 

The beach is wrapped in tense danger, Hecate laughing loudly as our eyes land on a small blade covered in stars. The tip glazed in gold, symbols of the spell written out elegantly in ancient writing. Selene clutches her staff tightly, a hiss of magic wanting to be free. 

"Where did you find it? Mother buried it years ago, lost." 

"It was easy, really. Buried, your right. The Blade of Stars and Dreams was buried within the hands of Eve. She really had a tight grip of the Blade. Too bad her hand was rotten, her grip easily lost as I cut it off." 

Eve as Adam and Eve! What the heck! I shiver in disgust. She cut off dead Eves hand to get the Blade? All for what? Getting rid of us? Rid of Selene? 

"Your sick! Why do this?" Damira growls beside me, eyes glowing with a shift. Hecate grins, waving the Blade of Stars and Dreams around, eyeing my mate with distain.

"Why? Because you wolves were the sick creatures to kill my coven! Gutted and left them withering in their own blood!" I flinch at the tone of her voice, eyeing the witch with worry. The blade in her hand glows slightly.

"My wolves would never! Where the heck is your proof anyways?!" Selene takes a step forward, her stance ready for attack. I gulp down my nerves, waiting for something bad to happen. "And since when did your clan sisters die? You've never spoken to us about your dead clan!" 

"Would you listen anyway!? Your too far up your fucking ass to realize what goes on around you!" Selene scoffs at Hecate's words, gritting her teeth. 

"You left, Hecate. So who was I to confront you about coming home? It wasn't my fault I fell in love. It also wasn't my fault you couldn't trust yourself to do the same." Before Hecate could get a word in, Selene threw a spell towards her, causing a cry to leave the witches lips. Her cry echoed throughout the forest behind her, the violent wind and rain pausing to watch the scene unfold. 

The pack behind me rustled in nerves, their fur bristling for a shift if the need arises. Hecate breathes heavily, her rogues close behind, growling and snarling. "That was a weak start, Selene. You may have knocked the breath away from me, but I'm still standing!" 

With a roar, she sends out her own spell, dark and cold. It aims straight for Selene but the goddess finds a way to dodge quickly, landing in the sand not far behind. I cringe as the bolts of light zap through the air, aiming violently towards the goddess of the moon. Damira beside me growls. 

"We need to do something," she hisses, eyeing the wolves behind us and the two siblings fighting neck to neck. Spell to spell. Someone is going to draw blood or worse, kill. 

"But what? I think we need to get the pack to safety," I whisper, before eyeing Flora and her family. My eyes widen, a bright smile flickering upon my lips. "I have an idea," I pull Damira towards the Faeries, their small sizes now the size of humans. Flora comes in for a hug which I quickly mimic. "We need to get everyone away from these two," I point a thumb over my shoulder. 

"What should we do?" The King of Spring asks, wariness settling in. I smile kindly. 

"Would you be able to set a protective field over the pack house and its villages? Alpha Jeonna and the other packs should be safe in their territories for now, but I'm focusing on my pack and the people." Damira nods beside me, still watching the goddess' take hits at each other. Selene covered in sweat and bruises. Hecate mirroring Selene however, her skin sickly pale, her breathing almost ragged. 

"We can," The King of Spring mutters, turning the red headed faery. He nods, turning his golden gaze towards the ocean. 

"We can, but it would require time to draw the symbols," 

I turn to Damira, nodding. "Can we do it?" I ask, grabbing her hands and giving them a squeeze. 

"We can do anything if we're together," she gives me a chaste kiss against the lips before turning back to the scene. "Please, Faeries, help get my pack to safety. Then we all will find a new plan," 

As we turn towards the scene, I find Hecate gaining on Selene, the slash of silver against skin. My eyes widen as I find Hecate drawing the Blade of Stars and Dreams, ready to hit bulls eyes. "Selene! Watch out!" 

I scream her name, stepping towards her, the small bond we share stretching thin. Out of protectiveness, I run forward and the blade hits true. 

Hi guys! SO sorry for the late update! Been caught up with work and been tired. 

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